“Stop Crying and Sign!” My Stepmother Snapped as My Father Cornered Me Over My Grandmother’s $20 Million Estate—But the Moment He Raised the Bat, the Front Door Exploded Open

I pressed my uninjured left arm against my chest, tightly gripping a thick burgundy folder.

Inside were certified copies of the land deeds to two luxury apartment complexes in Sacramento, a sprawling lakeside estate near Lake Tahoe, a thriving agricultural ranch outside Sonoma, and the final, legal will of my grandmother, Abigail Darcy.

Abigail had taken me into her home and raised me with fierce love after my mother passed away fifteen years ago, and she knew the insatiable greed of her only son far better than anyone else on this earth.

“The entire inheritance belongs to me,” I gasped, fighting back the heavy tears threatening to spill over my lashes. “And my grandmother’s will explicitly states that any transfer of property obtained through physical intimidation or coercion is legally void.”

Mark pressed the solid wooden end of the baseball bat firmly against my left shoulder, leaning his heavy frame over me.

“Then we’ll just inform the paramedics that you slipped and took a tragic fall down the main staircase,” he snarled.

Yasmin stepped forward, sliding several pre-drafted transfer documents across the glass coffee table before uncapping a sleek black fountain pen.